Slippery Soap Suds
A/N: Okay, so first of all, I wanna thank all those guys who reviewed the first chappie of mah first HP fic evah! Although the reviews were not that much, it's kinda heartwarming to know a few people actually find it good…hehe To be totally honest, this actually got more reviews than my shounen ai/yaoi fics for the first chapter…maybe PG doesn't seem so bad…
Just keep on reviewin' and I'll keep on ficcing! Wink
Chapter II: More Than Words aka When Hitting Malfoy Becomes A Hobby
"I miss her so much, Ron…" Harry whispered behind the Big Book of Booboos, and glanced at the brown tuft of hair showing through the usual high pile of books.
Ron sighed (in relief or in disgust, who knows?). "Of course we do, Romeo! You think I don't? But she has to learn to lower her pride and come to us."
"Knowing Hermione, I doubt that would happen."
"Well, she'd have to," Ron remarked, putting his attention back to the miniature dragon he was sculpting. Or so he thinks he is.
"I just don't think we're being fair to her…"
"Oh, shush! Just a couple more minutes…"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Neville sped to the room. He was all red and panting, and he was carrying a small package, which he threw at Hermione's direction.
"For you, Mione," he said, covering his ears.
Hermione looked up from her homework. For me? She saw Neville cover his ears and said, "What…"
Then, she understood. She got a Howler.
"From who?" She asked, carefully opening the thing. She couldn't think of anything offensive that she has done. She was Hermione Granger after all – top student extraordinaire and the greatest witch of her time!
Neville didn't answer.
"Wait 'til you see this, Harry!" Ron whispered, grinning from ear to ear. "You're never gonna stop thanking me!"
Harry's blood froze. He didn't like this at all. "What did you just do, Weasley?"
Everyone was looking at Hermione now, or more specifically, waiting what the howls would be about.
Hermione sucked in her breath as she saw it. This was no ordinary Howler. The smoke inside was…pink? Strangely, it also brought out the scent of roses. A few girls giggled. Is this some kind of joke?
Ron's eyes narrowed. "There must be something wrong with it… Why isn't it – p"
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL AND EVERYTHING!
Gasps! Hermione went red. Blood red. This is NOT happening to me!
HOW MUCH YOUR FACE BRINGS GOOSEBUMPS ON MY SKIN… HOW MUCH YOUR SCENT ALONE BRGIHTENS UP MY DAY… THIS IS LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!
Everyone went silent as they digested the screams. Then laughter erupted as recognition struck them.
Hermione went numb as Draco Malfoy's voice continued praising and worshipping even the tiniest details about her, as all the Gryffindors discovered her daily morning habits and Saturday night rituals, how she combs her hair every night a hundred times just like how her granny taught her, how she always straightens her back before raising her hand to answer, how she secretly cries in the girls' dormitory when she gets a B, even the fact that she wears a bra one cup smaller than her breast size to make them look overflowing. Hermione hoped all the birds in the Owlery would escape and peck her flesh to death. This is definitely a joke! A mean one, at that.
Ron's knees weakened. Malfoy? Okay… This was not supposed to happen! Wait 'til I get my hands on those two!
"You think this is funny, Ron?" Harry turned to his best friend in disbelief. "Hurting Hermione like that? I wouldn't have believed you could cook this up if you hadn't told me beforehand!"
"But this wasn't my idea!" Ron started, trying to defend himself. "Okay! It was mine. But it was supposed to be your voice in the Howler and – "
Harry's eyes bulged at the point of whatever. "And you planned to humiliate me too?" Harry said hotly. "I cannot believe this!"
"Harry…" Ron tried to explain. "I'm sorry! This isn't – "
"This isn't what I wanted, Ron." Harry finished, walking towards the stunned Hermione and painfully ignoring Malfoy's shit voice shrieking sweet nothings.
The laughter stopped when Harry took and dropped the Howler in a glass of water. But before he could hand it to the girl, Hermione snatched it from his hands, and slammed the door as she rushed teary-eyed towards the Slytherin hall.
Neville uncovered his ears and asked. "What happened?"
-.-.-.-.-
"OF ALL THE UNFORGIVABLE THINGS YOU'VE DONE, THIS IS THE MEANEST!"
Draco sat stunned, staring at the Mudblood hurling insult after insult at him. Not that he was underestimating the Mudblood's anger or whatever… It's just that self-restraint is everything she has that he hasn't. Now seeing her enter the Slytherin common room, all wild with fury made her look so… exotic and all.
"What are you trying to prove, you bastard?" Hermione spit out, unafraid of the cunning eyes of the Slytherins, especially that of their Little Prince.
Malfoy let out a bored sigh. "Now what have I done, Mudblood? Here I was, harmlessly plotting against the Golden Trio and you make a scene with a friggin' glass in hand!" He breathed out. "How did you get in, anyway?"
"Mermaid's tendrils," Crabbe said. "She knew the password."
"After you told her, you idiot!" Malfoy snapped.
Hermione's mouth formed an O of shock. What have I done? What have I done! You don't know what you've done! In a flash, she released the Howler, and out came the Slytherin Prince's voice – mighty and regal and madly in love with her, complete with rose scent.
The Slytherins were much crueler compared to the Gryffindors. They snorted and farted and laughed their asses off as Malfoy shouted "I LOVE YOU!" over and over again.
Draco went beet red as he heard himself declaring – yuck – love at the – yuck – Mudblood – of all the people to profess emotions to! Now, he knew what the filthy little git had been up against.
He threw the Howler on the floor and crushed it beneath fine polished leather. "Now, what's there to laugh about, you dimwits?" He shouted at his fellow Slytherins who began returning to their previous tasks.
He turned to Hermione, face stiff and pink. "I wasn't very pleased, Mudblood."
"So was I!" Hermione answered boldly.
"Correct me if I'm wrong…" Malfoy started, folding his arms. "You think I brought you this goddamn Howler?"
"You can't deny it was you there shrieking like a banshee."
"Why the hell would I want to humiliate myself like that?" Malfoy snapped.
"How the hell would I know?" Hermione countered. "You're the one who lost his sanity here!"
"Wait wait wait!" Malfoy interrupted, an idea cracking open in his head. His eyes cut deep through Hermione's brown ones. "Could it be that YOU plotted this to humiliate ME?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. How could he? How dare he?
Malfoy reveled at the sight of her bewildered hurt expression. Priceless! "Unbelievable, Mudblood! Didn't think you'd stoop this low just to hurt me a bit!" He chuckled. "Never expected you to actua – "
SLAP! Draco's cheek stung like hell after Hermione sent a cold hard slap at his oh-so-beautiful face.
She pointed a finger at him accusingly; her eyes shaken and teary at the sides. "You don't know me, Malfoy. You don't know me one bit!" With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving a Draco shocked beyond words.
Malfoy bit his lips and tasted the sweet blood from his mouth. Shit! He couldn't help but smile. He saw the Mudblood in a whole new light – sadly still as annoying as Farfarello the devil but a strong and sexy version. Not to mention, blood freaking turns him on. Shit, I must be a masochist!
-.-.-.-.-
Hermione sat up in bed groggily. She seemed to be stuck in last night's dream, receiving a Howler from Malfoy, she slapping his face off… What a dream!
She then washed her face and brushed her teeth, still pondering on the thought. It only it were real… she would kiss Harry on the lips!
Ginny's face appeared and said, "You're not dressed yet? Hermione, you're going to be late!"
"Oh Merlin!" Hermione exclaimed, hurriedly putting her underclothing and preparing her books. She went to her drawer to get her clothes and groaned. "I don't have my robes! And the house elves are still washing my other stuff!"
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently. "Then wear you ordinary clothes without the robes for the meantime and ask McGonagall's permission."
"Okay…" Hermione grumbled, stepping into an off-white sweater and red checkered skirt. "This is gonna be another of those nasty days…"
-.-.-.-.-
"I'm going to give you permission, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, eyeing Hermione's muggle clothes with distaste. "But I don't want another case like this."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, professor."
"I mean, this is so unlike you…" The professor continued. "But seventh year is really kind of the weird phase for the students and all. Run along now or you'll miss Professor Flitwick!"
Hermione thanked the teacher and rushed out of her room. She looked around for Ginny who she thought would be waiting for her. "Rats, she left without me!"
She glanced at her watch. 8: 56 A.M. She'd have to go all the way to the top floor in four minutes!
Hermione thought of all the horrible grades she'd get if she'd miss this class and how convenient it would be if she still had that time turner. In her hurry, the books she'd been carrying cluttered to the floor. More bad luck!
It took a while for a passing Draco to notice her but with a little bit of pink underwear showing, he couldn't control himself for stopping,
gaping,
not breathing.
As Hermione finished picking her books up, a familiar drawl greeted her. "Good morning, Mudblood!"
Malfoy. Could this day get any worse? Hermione straightened up and faced him. "Quite a good mood you're in today, you egotistic hippopotamus…"
"Who wouldn't?" Malfoy shot back, that signature smirk spread across his, uh, disfigured face. "With me getting a nice view of your slip showing… A nice way to start the day…" He chuckled at Hermione's blushing face. "Too bad it was a Mudblood's," he added.
Hermione tried to calm herself. Okay… This git doesn't deserve your attention, Hermione… so don't give it to him. She forced a smile. "Glad you appreciated the view… A Mudblood's slip turns you on?"
The little bitch! Draco thought, as Hermione turned to go, victorious. "We aren't done yet, Mudblood."
Hermione's head snapped towards his direction.
Malfoy continued, touching his lip. "I slept with a quite swollen lip last night, with my own voice ringing in my ears, endlessly screaming those horrible things."
Hermione paled. So that explains his bruised face…It wasn't a dream after all!
"If I know…"Malfoy stared intently at her. "You're trying to seduce me! Well, if that isn't cute? A little Mudblood slut trying to impress the Prince of Princes! Ha! I've had better…and I wouldn't settle for LESS." He smiled smugly, loving the feeling of superiority and power.
Hermione, on the contrary, kept silent, brooding as her despise for this spoiled brat reached the limit. She placed her books on the floor and took a step towards him. "First of all, Malfoy, I don't care how many times you call me a Mudblood. But SLUT is another thing! Second, and definitely the most important, don't even think I would fall in love with an asshole like you. Even if you were the last living man on earth, I'd rather make love to an animal! Remember that, Malfoy: you're less than an animal to me."
"Shut your cocksucking mouth, you slut."
And for the second time, Hermione wiped the smile off Draco's ass, sending him tumbling to the floor. She never really thought she was capable of punching him to the ground all at once. But she did! Ha!
The Slytherins nearby rushed to Draco's aid. Malfoy moaned at the sudden blow and additional pain. "Oww!" He glared at Hermione.
Hermione got her books and faced him for hopefully the last time. "You never learn, do you?" She ran off to nowhere. Flitwick didn't seem very important then.
Malfoy got up with effort, rubbing his face. He didn't bother going after the Mudblood, and just walked away. He cursed himself for being so turned on with the pain. By a Mudblood no less!
"Malfoy…" A Slytherin called.
"What?" He grumbled, not looking back.
"How could you let her get away with that?"
Malfoy didn't answer. He couldn't.
-.-.-.-.-
A/N: Hope u like it! Malfoy's doing a quite good job as a punch bag, dontcha think? Haha! Pls tell me if I had done something wrong or whatever you didn't like and all that crap! How? Just push that button! Go! Go! Go! Hekhek ;p